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Colonel
Jack O'Neill peered into Major Carter's darkened lab, expecting
to see her bent over a technologically amazing doo-hickey. However
the sight that met his eyes was quite different to that. The blonde
astrophysicist was slumped over her laptop sound asleep. Smirking a
little, he walked over to her desk and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Carter,
wakey wakey!"

She
merely groaned and flapped a hand at his arm. He shook her a little.

"Carter."

"Wuzzgoingon?"
She muttered groggily.

"Oh,
you know, Allies popping in, demanding to speak with a certain
scientist."

"The
Tok'ra are here already?" She jumped up, and started towards the
door.

Earlier
that day the Tok'ra had made contact, asking for a private meeting
with Major Carter.

"You
know-" O'Neill was about to express his great dislike of all
things with snakes in their heads, when he was interrupted by the PA.

"Major
Carter to the briefing room."

"Never
mind."

Carter
shrugged and together they made their way out of her lab.

"Let
me make sure I have definitely understood you properly. The high
council has asked that I go undercover with a Tok'ra operative, to
steal technology, which may or may not exist." Sam said slowly.

The
two Tok'ra at the table with her simply nodded.

"Why
me? I mean, not to be conceited, but surely SG1 has been a thorn in
the side of the system lords long enough for them all to have seen
us. Won't I be recognized?"

"You
might be but it is highly unlikely. Generally, human servants do not
have that much attention paid to them. With the right clothes and
hair colour, you will not look out of the ordinary at all."

"What
does this technology do exactly?"

"We
do not know. It is thought to be of ancient origin." The other
Tok'ra, D'rekan answered.

"Could
someone else go if I am not allowed by my superiors? And which
Go'auld is it?" Sam suddenly realised she had no idea of this
very important fact.

The
Tok'ra traded glances, and several seconds passed before they
answered her.

"Our
operative and you would be trying to infiltrate Baal's mother ship.
As to your first question, we would prefer it was you as you have
more experience with Go'auld, but we could take another if they
were willing. It will be dangerous. If Baal discovers your true
identity, we cannot say for certain what would happen." Pe'ran
said slowly.

Sam
sighed. She could not in all good conscience let some one go in her
place. She was the leading expert on alien technology, and she did
have a lot more experience in the field than most female scientists
on base.

"I'll
do it, but I want all the information you have, and you two can talk
to General Hammond about it first. Agreed?"

"Very
well. We will inform General Hammond of the situation, and come back
for you in five days. Also, it will be necessary for you to alter
your hair colour. Blonde is not common in Go'auld hierarchies, and
you would stand out clearly." Pe'ran said, standing slowly.

Sam
nodded and left them to negotiate with Hammond. Suddenly, agreeing to
go with them didn't seem like a very good idea.

Sam
was working in the main science labs, as she knew her own lab would
be the first place her team mates would look for her. Having already
talked patiently with Daniel for an hour that day, avoiding them
seemed like a good option in her mind.

Grimacing,
Sam ran a hand through her now brown hair and thought back over her
team's reactions. Daniel had bombarded her with a barrage of words
until she had explained fully, and he had forgiven her for not
discussing it with him. Teal'c had merely raised an eyebrow and
wished her luck, but Sam could tell he wasn't pleased. It was
Colonel O'Neill that had her puzzled the most. He had listened very
quietly, and hadn't said anything to her about it,
uncharacteristically.

Her
musings were interrupted by footsteps coming in the doorway. Looking
up she saw the object of her thoughts leaning on the frame.

"Colonel!"
She exclaimed, wondering how he'd found her so fast.

"Hey
Carter. Surprised I found you so quickly?"

"Found
me sir?"

"What,
you weren't hiding from us in here?" When she opened her mouth,
he cut her off. "Don't say that you weren't. You and I both
know the truth."

Sam
grimaced internally. He was really angry about the operation. Fine.
She would give him the chance to yell if he wanted to.

"Don't
worry sir; I wouldn't have gone without giving you guys another
chance to talk me out of it."

"FOR
CRYING OUT LOUD CARTER, THIS ISN'T A JOKE!" O'Neill shouted.

"I
know that sir. Please, I'll be fine. Baal probably won't even
look twice at me. I'll be there a maximum of three days. Trust me,
I'll be all right."

"God,
Carter." He scrubbed a hand over his face tiredly. "I know you'll
be okay. You know me, I just worry.""Yes sir, I know." Sam
smiled a little.

"Carter,
just be careful out there, okay?" he looked at her pleadingly.

"Always,
sir." They held each others gazes for a moment before O'Neill
nodded, and turned to leave.

"Receiving
Tok'ra IDC, sir," Walter Harriman reported.

"Open
the iris."

"Yes
sir."

The
iris withdrew to reveal the sparkling blue of the event horizon. The
two Tok'ra that had come before, Pe'ran and D'rekan, stepped
through, carrying a box.

They
were met at the bottom of the ramp by all of SG1.

"Greetings."

Colonel
O'Neill gave a small wave. "What's in the box?"

"We
have brought Major Carter clothes to wear for the operation."
Pe'ran informed them, offering the box to Sam. "If you are ready,
we will go as soon as you're dressed."

With
a nod of acceptance from Hammond, Sam took the box and went to get
changed.

Ten
minutes later she sidled back into the gate room. O'Neill blinked
rapidly.

"Umm
Carter, I thought the idea was for Baal to not notice you."

She
was dressed all in blue. There were wide legged pants, with a
waistband of jewels, a veil with the same sort of band, and a top. It
was tight at the top, almost like a bra, with see through blue
material hanging down from it. The whole outfit flowed around her
body silkily.

"Sam,
you look…wow." Daniel said dazedly.

"Stop
it, I already feel like a spectacle without everyone looking at me."
She admonished him gently.

"Sorry."
He gave her a warm hug, and kissed her on the cheek. "Be careful."

"I
will." She turned to Teal'c and gave him a wide smile, before
kissing his cheek as well.

"Good
luck Major Carter." He said solemnly.

O'Neill
held out his hand. Taking it, she shook it quickly before giving his
hand a squeeze. "Remember your curfew," he said playfully.

"See
you in three days sir."

With
that, she headed up the ramp and stepped through.

Sam
stood behind the Tok'ra spy, Lyss'ya, with her head bent in
submission. There was a muffled sigh and everyone present sank to
their knees.

Baal
was coming.

Sam
looked at him from beneath her lashes as Lyss'ya got up to speak to
him. He was very arrogant, and had a smug look on his face when he
saw Lyss'ya.

After
Sam had been kneeling for some time, Baal nodded and swept back
towards his throne like chair. Lyss'ya curtsied and indicated for
Sam to follow her. As she did, she didn't notice the speculative
glance Baal gave her.

Two
jaf'fa led them to a room and Lyss'ya waved at them to go away.
Once inside, Sam, did a sweep for listening devices. Finding none she
turned back to the operative.

"What
did you say to get him to let us stay?"

"I
said I knew the whereabouts of an ancient machine that could be of
great use to him. I agreed to tell him where it was in exchange for a
look at his technology."

Lyss'ya's
blended voice was deep and rough.

"And
he bought it?" Sam was incredulous.

"Apparently.
Remember, any chance we get of getting the technology, we must take
it."

Sam
rolled her eyes, having been told this before. "Do you know where
it is?"

"Not
as yet. I activated the scanner as soon as we came aboard, but so far
there has been nothing." She turned away from Sam. "From this
point onwards, I think we should act as what we are pretending to
be."

Without
waiting for Sam to acknowledge her, she laid herself down on the bed.

"Fetch
me some food, I require sustenance."

Sam
bowed her head. "Yes, my goddess."

By
the end of the day, Sam was exhausted; she had found the ancient
machine about an hour after she had gone to fetch food for Lyss'ya.

She
was outside the room on the pretext of running yet another errand
when she heard voices from inside.

"What
have you found out the Tau'ri?" Sam could clearly hear Baal's
voice.

"They
are indeed a most primitive race my lord. Apart from that, nothing.
They think we are here to retrieve an ancient device." Lyss'ya
said meekly.

"Make
sure they do not find out the truth about you. Contact me when you
have anything more."

"What
about Major Carter, My lord?"

"She
can not be allowed to return. I must admit, she intrigues me. Maybe I
will keep her here with me."

"Yes,
My lord."

Sam
withdrew from her position stunned. It had all been a setup so
Lyss'ya could make contact with Baal.

'I
have to get out of here.' She realised, moving rapidly away from
the door. 'The cargo bay,' she thought, 'if I can make it to
the cargo bay and get a ship, I can get away.'

With
that, she started hurrying along the corridor silently.

Sam
peered furtively around the corner and into the cargo bay. There was
no one in sight. Content that she was alone, she edged in quietly and
started making her way toward the tel'tac that they had come in.

"HALT!"
The voice rang out, and echoed round the cavernous room, accompanied
by the sound of staff weapons being armed.

Sam
closed her eyes in frustration, and turned slowly. She had been so
close.

They
quickly made their way to the pel'tac. Baal was sitting languishing
in his throne like chair, with Lyss'ya standing next to him.

"My
Lord." Sam was shoved to her knees roughly. "We found her in the
cargo bay attempting to steal a ship."

"Ah.
Major Carter. Good." Baal sounded bored. Lyss'ya looked at her
intensely, excitement feverish in her eyes. She stepped forward and
said "I underestimated exactly how stupid you tau'ri are. Going
to find technology on a mother ship. Hah!"

The
Jaf'fa shifted uneasily next to Sam. "Leave us. But first,"
Baal nodded towards Lyss'ya, and his first prime stood, took aim,
and fired.

Sam
carefully made her expression blank as Lyss'ya's lifeless body
fell right before her eyes.

"Leave.
And take that," he indicated towards unmoving figure in front of
Sam, "with you."

Two
jaf'fa stood, bowed, and picked up the body, and with the rest,
walked out.

Baal
carefully stood up and walked over to her. "You might wonder why I
had her killed." Sam stared ahead, with her expression neutral.
"She had outlived her usefulness." He took hold of the veil that
was mostly covering her hair and pulled it off. "Interesting. As I
recall, you have a different hair colour. You know, I was most
disappointed that it was not O'Neill that came with Lyss'ya on
this trip. He and I have some unfinished business, but I cannot
imagine him in such a costume. It seems you will have to do.''

He
pulled her roughly to her feet, and touched her cheek.

"What
do you want?" Sam spat out.

"Me?
I want many things Samantha. You will break, and when O'Neill sees
you serving me, he will know I have won."

"No.
I won't ever serve you. Do what you like; you can't make me do
anything," Sam said vehemently.

"We
shall see Samantha."

With
an evil grin, Baal brought his hand device to Sam's head, the
orange glow bathing her face, even as it scrunched in pain.

Hours
later Sam lay sprawled on the cold floor of Baal's chambers,
feigning unconsciousness. Her head was pounding a tattoo inside, and
her limbs were refusing to move more than a few inches.

Baal
had used the hand device for what seemed like aeons, before having
her dragged to her current position.

From
what she could see, there was still a chance for escape. The cargo
bay was not far from here, and although heavily guarded, Sam knew
their positions now. She could quite possibly eliminate the guards
and use the cargo ship to fly to the nearest planet and then gate
home. With a grimace, She looked up at the small bench running a long
the wall. Her GDO was atop it, put there to taunt her.

Suddenly,
Sam became aware of the breathing next to her neck and involuntarily
tensed.

"Not
asleep then. Merely pretending," Baal's deep voice purred out.

He
grabbed her and pulled her up by her hair. Knowing what was coming;
Sam turned her head to escape his mouth. Without a word, he
backhanded her across the face. Hard.

He
kept slapping her, until after a minute or so, he stopped, and said
"shall we try again?"

In
answer, Sam simply spat in his face.

With
a roar of furry he flung up his hand and used his hand device to send
her crashing to the wall. Sam felt her ribs break and crumpled on the
floor.

Baal
strode over to her, and dragged her up again. Through a haze of pain,
Sam realized to incapacitate him; she would have to get him off
guard. Shrugging away her revolt, Sam allowed Baal to kiss her.

Trying
not to gag, she stood passively as his hands wrapped around the
bejewelled top and ripped off the long see though part, leaving only
the jewel encrusted camisole to cover Sam's skin.

When
Sam tried to push his wandering hands away, Ball grabbed her arm and
twisted it behind her back. With a sickening crunch, Sam felt the
bone break and whimpered in pain.

Without
missing a beat, his hands returned to her body, caressing her skin,
fingers biting into her flesh to mark her as his own. Then his mouth
left hers and started making its way down her neck and shoulders.

As
his mouth reached the strap of the top and his hands slid to the
waistband of her pants, Sam brought up the heavy bowl behind her with
her good arm, and smashed it into his head.

He
fell away from her like a rag doll, slumping to the floor
unconscious. Quickly, Sam made her way to the bench and scooped up
her GDO, and set off for the cargo bay, after collecting Baal's
hand device.

"Incoming
wormhole! Its SG1's iris code sir." Harriman reported excitedly
to the control room at large.

"Open
it!" Hammond was aware of Colonel O'Neill, Daniel Jackson and
Teal'c making their way hastily down to the gate room.

The
blue substance of the event horizon shimmered and Major Carter
stepped out, pale, bruised and dishevelled.

The
three other members of SG1 ran into the briefing room to see Carter
exit the wormhole.

"Sam!"
Daniel called out, tripping over his feet.

She
turned to look at them unfocusedly, and then without warning,
collapsed onto the metal ramp.

"MEDICAL
TEAM TO THE GATE ROOM!" O'Neill shouted at the top of his lungs,
before sprinting up the ramp.

Once
he got a clear view of her however he stopped in shock. The blue
costume they had teased her about was ripped, with half the top
missing. Bruising was already starting to show on her face and neck
and her left arm stood out at an odd angle.

'Sonofabi-'
this last thought was interrupted by the arrival of the medics.

O'Neill
Daniel and Teal'c were gathered around Sam's bed waiting for her
to wake up. Under the glare of the lights the bruises stood out
starkly on her white skin.

Bringing
them out of their stupor, Janet Fraiser's heels clicked up behind
them.

The
low murmur of voices woke Sam up. She lay on the hard bed without
opening her eyes, allowing the lull of familiar voices to comfort
her. Slowly she became aware of exactly what they were saying.

"So,
what's wrong with her Doc?" Colonel O'Neill asked.

"Broken
arm, fractured ribs. Also, from the CAT scan there is evidence of
prolonged exposure to a hand device." Janet Fraiser read out her
list. "I'll keep her in here for the night, but she can go home
after that." The clicking of the heels announced her departure.

Sam
didn't want to open her eyes, didn't want to answer the questions
she knew would come, but she knew that her team mates would be
worried, so with a great amount of willpower she forced her eyes
open.

They
continued to murmur quietly amongst themselves. Sam smiled waiting
for them to notice she was awake. A few seconds passed, until-

"Aah…sleeping
beauty awakens." As usual, Sam refrained from rolling her eyes with
great difficulty.

"Sam."
Daniel smiled at her.

"Major
Carter." Teal'c inclined his head.

"Hi
guys." Sam smiled slowly at them, accepting a glass of water from
the colonel. "Thankyou sir."

After
a few seconds silence, O'Neill said, "Wanna tell us what
happened?"

Sam
shrugged, remembering her time on board Baal's ship. Thinking on
how he had touched her skin, an overwhelming nausea took her, and Sam
realised she was going to throw up.

"I'm
gonna be sick," She whispered softly.

Daniel
reacted instantly, grabbing he plastic bowl from the night stand,
while O'Neill took her water glass.

After
she had emptied the contents of her stomach Sam felt better, although
the movement had set her ribs on fire. Lying back, she proceeded to
tell them the story.

"And
so I managed to knock Baal out and steal the ship. After that, I
gated to a planet with a stargate and came home." She finished.
Silence met her words. After about a minute, Sam said "Say
something, anyone."

"I'm
sorry, I should have-" O'Neill started

"No,
don't be sorry. I chose to go."

Daniel
opened his mouth and said meaningfully, "You didn't leave
anything out did you, Sam, when Baal was with you in his chamber?"

Tears
prickled a Sam's eyelids. "No. there isn't anything else" She
looked round at them, before looking down at her blanket. "I was
absolutely terrified there would be though." She admitted slowly.

Daniels
hand gripped hers, while O'Neill put his hand on her shoulder
carefully. Teal'c was standing guard at the head of her bed.

"It's
okay now Sam. You're home and you're safe. That's the main
thing." Daniel said quietly.

"Yeah.
Thanks guys."

Several
hours later, Daniel and Teal'c left after promising to come back in
the morning.

Sam
let out a huge yawn, and O'Neill said "I suppose sleeping beauty
needs her rest."

Instead
of getting up, he leaned closer and said "If you need anything,
just say, all right?"

It
was then Sam realised that everything would be okay. Her team mates
didn't think any less of her and they still would e there for her,
no matter what.

"Yes
sir. I will"

Fixing
her with an enigmatic stare O'Neill said "We missed you." He
hesitated. "I missed you. It's good to have you back Carter."

With
a smile Sam said "It's good to be back sir, and, I missed you
too."

Smiling,
O'Neill walked out of the infirmary, and Sam went to sleep.

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